Lu Ming

Chapter 437
The bathroom, which is only separated from the boiler room by a wall, has not stopped since the large troops returned, and the chimney is emitting soot all day long.

First wash off the dirt on your body under the iron pipe, then jump into the bath pool made of big bluestone and cement, take a comfortable hot bath, and return to the camp to sleep until your skin is flushed. This has become a flying tiger A favorite treat of battalion soldiers.

This kind of enjoyment was rare in the north in the seventeenth century.In this day and age, not to mention the winter, there are many people in the north who can't take a bath once a year.

The rich can take a barrel bath at home, but the poor can only go down the river in summer.As for the bathhouses in winter, there are no boilers, and the primitive technology of burning large pots cannot meet the water temperature requirements of several baths. Therefore, there are very few public bathhouses in the north in this era.

Since pools are divided in the bathhouse, small circles naturally appear.

In the innermost small pool, usually only special forces and marines stay in it.The largest number of members of the Flying Tiger Battalion are in the big pool outside.

At this moment, Second Master Chen was half lying in the corner of the small pool, with a towel on his forehead, taking a sip from the small wine jug on the plate next to him from time to time, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

But the comfort was soon disturbed by others.

With a sound of "crash", a figure jumped into the small pond, and rushed to the side of the second master like a fish, and whispered in his ear with an impatient face: "Second master, why are there three heads of me on the reward list?"

The second master slowly opened one eye, glanced sideways at Mei Fuxi who was full of anxiety, and then closed his eyes again.

Ever since Young Master Mei chopped off the green-skinned tartar that day, Second Master has regarded him as "a more promising member of his own family".So the second master closed his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly asked: "Why, too little?"

"Where did the second master say that!"

How could Mei Fuxi be too little?According to the rules on the surface, the three heads can be raised from the small flag to the general flag in the guard, not to mention that this is a high-quality real Tartar head!
The second generation of guards like Mei Fuxi is different from those low-level military households.He has heard and witnessed since he was a child, and he has seen too many scandals of military generals trying to shirk their merits. Let alone three real Tartar heads, there is only one.

So when she came back to rest this time, Mei Fuxi didn't care about the head she killed at all: the second master saved my life, and he kept silent about his ugly behavior at that time, so the head, take it Well, the young master doesn't care.

But this is where the strange thing happened: he was rewarded!
If the higher authorities swallowed one of his heads, Thaksin, but after they forced him to collect three, this certain person was at a loss.

After hearing Mei Fuxi's somewhat coy response, the second master with his eyes closed chuckled: "Relax, young master, this little credit is nothing in the eyes of the commander-in-chief."

"Just in this way, wouldn't I have swallowed your credit, Second Master?"

Chen Erye curled his lips when he heard the words.

He can't tell the young man that for an old minister/national scholar/ensigned lieutenant, he must have gone all the way to the dark and went on the road of rebels, and the merits of Daming are useless to him.

"It's just to show others how you look like a baby, just accept the credit with peace of mind, don't make any more noise."

Hearing Er Ye's straightforward words, Mei Fuxi's heart was relieved.Hehe smiled, and after taking a sip from the wine glass on the plate, the young master said in a low voice, "Second Master, my father sent a letter saying that there is a family banquet tonight, please honor me!"

Chen Erye opened his eyes when he heard the words: "Lao Cai treats guests? This is a rare thing, if you don't eat it for nothing!"

"Well, specially roasted sheep and camels."

"Wait for me to go to the camp to ask for leave."

"Let's go together!"

That night, in order to thank the second master for saving his life, the Mei family father and son specially hosted a banquet at home for the second master to have a meal.

After the banquet was over, the Mei family father and son made tea and sat in the small study room after the car was dispatched to send away the well-fed second master: "Tomorrow the commander wants to see you, so please be courteous whenever you go. To play dumb."

"Commander? Whose commander?" Mei Fuxi, who had just sat down, was a little dazed when he heard the topic brought up by his father.

Father Mei smiled wryly: "Whose family could it be? Our commander of the right guard, Mr. Mei Yingwu, when you go, call the clan uncle."

Mei Fuxi still didn't understand: "What does the commander see me for?"

"There's Junyan in the family, why don't we see him?" Father Mei sighed softly: "Since the last commander died in the battle in Liaodong, our family has been far away from the guard over the years. I don't want to rely on you today. Commander It reminds you of me, a registered thousand household."

Mei Fuxi still didn't understand when she heard this: "That being the case, with just a small pawn, three heads can alert the Commander?"

"Confused." Father Mei stared at his only son and said earnestly: "He has taken a fancy to your future under Cao Zongbing! Then you are ranked first on the list of meritorious service, and you must be favored by Cao Zongbing!"

"Oh"

Mei Fuxi didn't answer at this time, took a few sips from the tea bowl, and after thinking about it for a while, he said slowly: "I will tell my father, based on what I have seen in the camp these days, this is not a usual reward The number of roads, that commander-in-chief may not be optimistic about his son, he might have forgotten my number long ago."

"Oh?" Father Mei was surprised when he heard this: "How do you say that?"

At this moment, Mei Fuxi's face was condensed, and it took a long time before he organized his words, and he said hesitantly: "I am just guessing randomly, maybe this General Cao has some discrepancies with his peers, and it doesn't seem like he cares about the court's fame. "

"Father doesn't know that, in fact, the heads of the three Tartars can be counted on the son's head, but only one."

In this way, Mei Fuxi slowly told what he saw and heard in the Flying Tiger Camp, as well as some personal feelings.

After hearing this, Father Mei was also very surprised: "This is really strange, this is the first time I've heard of such a general who doesn't take credit seriously."

"Perhaps this famous noble of the imperial court is ignored by others." Mei Fuxi was silent for a long time, and finally said the words that were suffocating in her heart: "The predecessor of this general soldier was a sea tycoon recruited by the imperial court. It is also possible to act more freely."

"Silence!"

Father Mei understood his son's implication immediately, and quickly signaled the other party to shut up: "How can you talk nonsense about such things? You must never mention it to anyone in the future, and be careful that you will bring about a murderous disaster!" "

"My son knows." Mei Fuxi nodded depressedly.

"In this way, this Mr. Cao is going north to Qin Wang, I'm afraid the drunkard's intention is not to drink!"

Father Mei was stroking his long beard at the moment, walking around the room while thinking seriously.

Father Mei, who had thought about it for a long time, finally came up with a set of unchanging plans: "The current situation is chaotic, and it is better to be careful. Now that you have taken the path of a warrior, you can be honest with Mr. Cao." Your subordinates are on errands. Don't make a fuss about repaying your merits, just go with the flow."

"Fuxi understands."

The result of the night talk between the Mei family and his son was something that no one traveling north had expected.So, don't underestimate the IQ of the ancients.Even relying on some fragmented information and guesses, the Mei family and his son still saw part of Mr. Cao's heart and lungs.

After the night talk, Mei Fuxi, who was full of worries, went to rest early.Early the next morning, he went to Acropolis of Tianjin. In the small town full of yamen, he quickly found the Youwei yamen.

Commander Mei Yingwu was hereditary, in his forties.A round face looks kind, doughy, without the posture of many warriors.

After the two sides met, the commander didn't put on any airs. Instead, he chatted with Young Master Mei and played memory killing.

After recalling the close relationship between Mei's father and the commanding envoy's family, Mei Yingwu encouraged Mei Fuxi again, expressing that he wanted him to do a good job under Cao Zongbing.Finally, after Mei Yingwu said meaningfully: "After all, he is a hero from the right guard", he served tea to see off the guests.

After this short summons, the Mei family has returned to the mainstream sight of Tianjin Youwei.

However, May Fuxi didn't care about this change.

After joining the Flying Tiger Camp during this period of time and dealing with the time-traversing people, it can be said that Mei Fuxi has greatly broadened his horizons and realized that there are forces in this world that he has never seen before.

This kind of power not only includes those sharp weapons, but also includes the military training he has received for a period of time, as well as the theoretical knowledge such as the "organizational ability theory" he has been instilled in.

In addition, generous treatment for ordinary soldiers, equal internal relations, and various hidden benefits, these unheard of things, made May Fuxi realize a problem: how do real soldiers live.

It is no exaggeration to say that his years of service in the army have completely shattered his concept of "military household" since he was a child.

Because of these changes in concepts, Mei Fuxi actually looked down on the olive branch extended by the commander-in-chief from the bottom of his heart.Cao Zongbing didn't pay attention to the credit at all, but he was able to cause such a disturbance in the guard.

Mei Fuxi now has no fighting power against the guard's system, which is scheming all day long and rotten to the bone, and has despised it to the bone.

So after he visited the Commander, went home and bid farewell to his wife and mother, he hurriedly rode back to the marketing leave—the young man had completely fallen in love with the vigorous life in the military camp.

After returning from training this time, the cross-travelers deliberately gave the soldiers of the Feihu Camp a holiday in turn.

The reason is simple: the next time we set off again, it is time to really fight the Tartars, so these native soldiers basically got a chance to go home.

At the same time, some pre-war preparations are also under intense arrangement.

Logistics is undoubtedly the most important thing here.

In addition to the canned supplies that came with the arrival of the transport ship, Tianjin also received a batch of compressed biscuits newly produced by the kiln area, as well as several pieces of semi-manual equipment for making compressed biscuits and a group of supporting production workers.

(End of this chapter)